Page 90 of Accidental Baby Daddy

I knew I looked terrible, my eyes puffy, but Raoul didn’t say a word. He just smiled at me as Tristan and I sat down at the bar.

“What’ll it be?”

“A ginger ale and ten wings. With sweet potato fries, please,” I ordered quickly.

“Sure thing, sweetheart. I’ll put it under your employee discount.” He looked to Tristan. “And for your boyfriend?”

Tristan laughed. “Not a boyfriend. Just a best friend.” He put an arm around my shoulders and squeezed before ordering himself a burger and regular fries along with a soda.

He still had his arm around me when Oliver came out of the office. He froze when he saw us, and my heart started to pound.

I had no idea what he would do. I had to admit, it scared me to death the way he went after Tristan last time. Dick was a violent man beneath the surface, and he’d been scary at times, too.

I didn’t want that for me and Oliver, I didn’t want to be afraid of him.

To my relief, Oliver just smiled and walked toward us, sitting next to Tristan.

“The Three Musketeers, back together again,” he said happily, glancing at me for a brief second.

I sighed in relief. He was acting civil about this, even like we were all friends again.

I felt Tristan tense up when Oliver first approached but he quickly relaxed when Oliver sat next to him.

“I can’t believe you bought the Pig,” he groaned. “You took out all the dank and dive out of this place.”

“Isn’t it so much better, though?” Oliver replied.

“I miss the dank,” Tristan teased, and Oliver laughed out loud.

God, it was good to see them like that. It made my heart soar. I hadn’t seen Oliver and Tristan together as friends in so long.

“When am I going to be Uncle Tristan?” he asked, smiling at me, and I put a hand on my stomach.

“August.”

“I can’t wait. A summer baby.”

I groaned. “I’m going to be so big and miserable in the heat.”

“I’ll make sure the air conditioner is working great by then,” Oliver said. He cleared his throat. “Speaking of that... there’s an issue with the breakers at the cabin. I’d like to take a look, if that’s okay. I figured you’ll be coming back from your sister’s place soon, to start preparing the nursery and stuff.”

Tristan stared at Oliver, grinning. There was some telepathic connection going on between them and I narrowed my eyes.

“What are you two up to?”

“No good,” they said in unison, like they always did before, and we all laughed.

We ate and chatted for a while, teasing Tristan about his love for old vinyl albums and even older cars, then started throwing out baby names.

“What about Adam?” Oliver asked. “After my grandfather.”

“That’s perfect,” I breathed, smiling at him. He smiled back, causing that dimple in his cheek to pop out.

“If it’s a boy, that is,” I said. I looked away, flushing. I couldn’t help that I was still so attracted to him.

I cleared my throat. “I should head home,” I said.

Oliver sighed. “Yeah, me too. I need to pick up Trent.”

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